Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.